Jack held back until he could tell Tom was hovering on the edge, and then his movements sped up. He slammed in one final time, and they both groaned as they came.
Tremors ran through Jack’s arms as he kept himself from collapsing onto the body beneath his. He looked down into his lover’s face, flushed, shiny with sweat, and supremely satisfied, and he grinned.
It took a while for him to catch his breath. He eased out of Tom, removed the condom, and rose to dispose of it.
“Come back here, you.”
“Coming back, Tommy.” He had a washcloth with him, and he cleaned the semen off his lover’s chest.
There was a small tray on the round table beside the bed, and Jack dropped the washcloth onto it. Had the management placed the tray there for this purpose? He grinned at the thought as he settled himself on the bed.
“I wish…I wish we’d done this before, Tommy.”
“We didn’t have the room before.”
“You know that’s not what I meant.”